I opened my eyes reluctantly as the sun made its way across my face. I shifted sllightly, wincing at the soreness I felt between my legs. I frowned trying to recall what exactly had

happened.

Oh.

Images of me and Edward admist tangled sheets flooded through my mind. I remembered hearing his velvet voice saying mine like a mantra, over and over.

My body became hot and flushed as I recalled the tender, possessive way Edward claimed my body. A feeling of shame was also mixed in there as well. I couldn't believe what I had done. I might as well add my name to the list of girl's that Edward had slept with. How was I any different from them?

He kept repeating that I was his, but how did I know that he didn't say those things to anyone else?

I gingerly crawled out of bed, determined to put things into perspective with me and Edward. I was planning on telling him that I wasn't some cheap slut with whom he could just fuck whenever he wanted to.

I rifled through my closet, frowning at some of the choices Alice had bought me. Did she really think I'd wear some of this?

Shaking my head, I settled on skinny, dark wash jeans and a light green peasant top. I gathered my dark hair into a bun on top of my head and added some dark green earings.

I slipped my black, high top converse shoes on and made my way to my trusty red truck.


I pulled into a parking space and was surprised to see Edwards Volvo pull in beside me. I grabbed my backpack, slung it over my shoulder as I started walking to class.

I knew he was behind me before he even said my name. It was this slow, burning sensation of awareness I felt whenever he was around.

"Isabella!"

He only called me by my first name when he was irrated with me. I stopped in the middle of the parking lot, letting him catch up to me.

"What the fuck was that?"

I looked at him, eyes wide with innocence. His jade eyes glittered with anger and a fair amount of lust also.

"What was what?"

He waved a hand around and said, "You ignoring me. It's not like you."

I shrugged, gathering up whatever was left of my courage that hadn't abandoned my on my way to school.

"Well I figured why not act like all the others you fu-slept with. Isn't this what you do? Ignore them at school but notice them when they're na-in bed."

I narrow my eyes at him, daring him to deny it. I know he can't and judging by the way he's looking at me right now, neither can he.

I turn on my heel and walk away, trying to keep my breath even and eyes dry.

In the span of our fifteen year friendship I have never acted like that around Edward. It's always been me going along with whatever Edward did or said. I've accepted whatever he did, followed his rules. Not anymore though.

"Is this about last night?" he questioned.

I rolled my eyes and said, "How do you figure Sherlock?"

He grabbed my arm, yanking me to a stop. I turned to face him as my face began to burn. I was either going to cry or yell at him. I prayed it wasn't the former.

He advanced towards me, slowly and dangerously. The word 'predator' flashed through my mind as I watched him. I took a few steps backwards until my back connected with the brick wall behind me. I looked around wildly, noticing that we were in a small alcove in the side wall of the English building. Completely protected from curious eyes.

I folded my arms across my chest, knowing that if I even attempted at pushing him away he'd cause a scene.

"Are you mad about last night? Because you sure as hell didn't act like that when I made love to you."

I scoffed at his choice of words. Making love was something one did with someone they cared for. For someone they loved. The words brought to my mind, images of a tender couple in bed, enjoying what the other had to offer. Loving caresses, sweet words, tender touches. Maybe I was too much of a fucking romantic but I couldn't help it.

I couldn't blame him completely though. I played a part in all this as well. It had been a moment of weakness. I'd had to listen to my mother go on and on about how much of a fuck up I was in her eyes. She cried and bitched about how little of her good looks passed over me. I looked too much like my father. She was shallow and hurtful. It didn't matter how many times I'd heard her say it. Growing up with a mom who called you ugly all your life is never easy.

God forbid my father do anything in my defense. Charlie Swan only cared for his stupid sports team, beer and fishing. On a rare occassion though, he'd care about me. Apparently last night wasn't a good enough for him.

So when Edward came crawling through my window and he told me how beautiful I was, I couldn't say no even if God Himself told me to. I'd grown being called hot, sexy, cute or even the childish adorable. (Don't forget ugly also).

But Edward with his pretty words went through my defenses and made me feel special.

"Of course I'm mad. I shouldn't have let you do that. It was completely irresponsible of me."

"So do you regret it?" he asks, voice flat.

I want to say yes but some small part of my enjoyed it. Immensely.

I settle for a shrug.

"I didn't. Not one minute of it."

He is so close right now. Our noses are almost touching. Everytime he opens his mouth, his minty breath wreaks havoc with my thoughts. I hate that he was this effect on me. Hate it.

"I'm glad you felt special for a change. I've heard what your mom calls you."

"What?" I ask, stunned.

"I'm not deaf Bella, I just know how to blend in with the background."

I look at him in disbelief. He couldn't blend in with anything. Not with his fiery, copper hair or mischievious green eyes. Hell, him just being in the same room with you would cause anyone to notice him.

"I'm so sorry Bella." he whispers.

"It's fine." It's my automatic response to anything.

"It's not fine," he growls fiercely.

I place a hand on his cheek and try to ignore the way he leans into my palm. Not to mention the sparks I feel when our skin touches.

"It is Edward. I've accepted that my mother is somewhat of a bitch."

He brings up one of his hands to grab the one on his cheek. He doesn't let go of mine but simply tangles them together.

In the distance, I hear the first bell ring and I attempt to walk past Edward. But, he's not done with me yet.

"Edward, I don't want to be late."

He doesn't say anything. He simply lowers his head until our lips are scant inches apart from eachother. I hate that I tremble at his closeness but I do nevertheless.

He kisses each corner of my mouth and he is so gentle, so slow that I want to scream in frustration and tell him to kiss my lips already.

I don't though. I just stand there.

But, it's like he can read my mind because his cool lips finally settle against mine.

It's just a brief contact, no tongues, no fervor but it still makes my body ache for him.

He pulls away and looks at me for several seconds before walking away.

I stare at his retreating form as I start to remember all the heated, rude things I wanted to say to him.

But, that's what he does; he makes you forget.

It's irritating but comforting at the same time.


A:N: I guess you'd call this filler right? I wanted to say I appreciate all the amazing ppl who reviewed, favorited or put this storyon alert. You are all made of WIN and Edward loves it too. This isn't beta'd so grammatical errors are my own and I apologize.